All language subtitles for The Matador (2005)_3-ENG

Wake up, Julian.

Julian.

Julian!

JULIEN!

Hey

mister, is that your car?

What?

The cool Porsche.

You keep staring at it.

Why don't you shoot?

I don't want to shoot.

Didn't your mother tell you never to talk
to strangers?

She's over there and she says that I
should talk to you.

She did?

Yeah.

She wants to know what you're doing here.

I think she thinks you're cute.

I don't know anything about that car.

And I'm only interested in your mother if
she lost 20 pounds in 30 years.

So I'd really like it if you just got the
fuck away from me.

Whatever.

Yeah, whatever.

Goodbye.

Skadoodle.

See ya.

Wouldn't want to be ya.

Smell ya.

Shouldn't have to tell ya.

Bean.

You're up early.

Thunder woke me up.

I wanted to see you before you left.

I'm gonna miss that.

Me too.

I'm gonna miss everything.

It's only two nights.

With this weather and our luck,
it scares me.

Honey, you know I gotta go.

But I'm coming home to you in two days.

With really good news.

I promise.

Danny.

You sure you have time?

Maybe not for dinner and a movie,
but...

Danny.

Three!

Three!

Still horny?

Still horny?

Still horny?

Danny!

Danny!

I'm so sorry, Phil.

I'm so sorry, Phil.

It's fine.

It's fine.

Is Bean all right?

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

The fire department's over there.

Her crazy neighbors.

The tyrannosets.

She's fine, really.

She practically forced me to get over
here.

She knows what this job means,
right?

Well, she knows somebody has to pay for a
new kitchen.

Now we just better make this flight,
huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, we will.

We have to.

Hope the weather's better in Mexico.

Yeah.

Mr. Melba, how are you today?

Couldn't be better.

But more importantly, how are you?

Genevieve?

Genevieve.

Buenas tardes.

Eh... Deme una
margarita, por favor.

Con mucho sal.

Cerveza, por favor.

Sin vaso.

Quiero preguntarle.

Tengo ganas de ver sangre.

Me gustaría una corrida de toros.

Fíjese que hay un matador
buenísimo de Madrid

el domingo, que es
buenísimo con la espada.

¿Por qué no va a la recepción y pide que
le consiga unas entradas?

Estudie bien.

¿Lucha libre?

¿Hay luchas este fin de semana?

También.

Con suerte.

Se encuentra una buena.

Gracias.

Y dígame una cosa.

¿Usted está en México de placer o de
negocios?

My business is my pleasure.

I'm a nervous wreck.

Think positive.

I think that I'm sweating through my suit.

Hello, Julian.

Getting some culture?

Isn't she a tad pubescent, even for you?

I'd make an exception for her.

Did you study the assignment?

No, I shredded it.

Then I humped the bellboy on the room
service card.

Am I supposed to be shocked?

Adiós.

Que tenga buena día.

I hate these Catholic countries.

All blushy-blushy, no sucky-fucky.

Well, somehow I think you'll find your
way.

Now look, there's been a change of plans.

Portfolio has to be delivered sooner than
we discussed.

What are you saying?

She's leaving for Europe tomorrow.

I'm not a fucking magician, you know.

Just get it done today.

I almost forgot.

Yeah?

Happy birthday!

What

did I say to God?

We shouldn't even need to think about it.

That's good, right?

Yes, I think so.

Dos margaritas, por favor.

Bill, I think we did it.

Yeah, I don't know what you were freaking
out about, man.

You were remarkable back there.

No, you.

It was you.

There's no way they can't give us this
job.

You really think that?

I know.

Shit.

We need two more.

Four words to tell his love.

Though

his words were few, still the lady knew
what this Brooklyn boy was dreaming of.

Hello?

Andy.

Andy, you crazy, limey bastard.

It's me.

Julian.

Julian Noble from Portugal, remember?

Who?

Julian Noble.

Yeah, yeah, I just thought I'd give you a
chat, you know, say how you're doing.

It's my birthday.

Andy?

Hello?

Yeah, hello, is Cindy there?

Margarita, por favor.

Si, senor.

Well, you look like you could use one.

Hmm.

Who couldn't?

I've had, uh, four or five, maybe.

I don't know.

They're darn tasty.

Margaritas always taste better in Mexico.

They certainly do.

Margarita's in cuck.

Gracias.

One for my friend over there.

Uh, no, no, no, that's... Don't worry,
I'm not trying to make a pass at you.

I'm not worried, but thank you.

You're that type of guy.

No, no, I mean, thank you.

I don't mean to be
rude, but... It's all right.

I'm just messing with you.

I'm sorry about the cuck comment.

Kind of conversation stopper.

Kind of?

So?

What are you doing in Mexico?

Tell me something, man.

Dan.

Danny.

Danny Wright.

Garrison Wright.

Tell me something.

Danny Wright.

Yes, sir.

Why the hell do you care why I'm in
Mexico?

Why so interested?

No reason, just...

Hotel bar conversation, I guess.

You at the farm?

What's that?

The agency.

What?

You following me?

No, no, no.

I make you?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I fucking make you?

Okay, I'm going to excuse myself.

I have to go.

Thank you.

No, no, please.

No, no, no.

I'm extremely tired.

I'm very tired.

No, no, no.

Please, please.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

Thank you.

It's okay.

I just get paranoid sometimes.

I was wrong.

Please.

I'm drunk.

Tired.

I've been fornicating for the last two
hours.

And before that, I was doing shit.

Horrible business shit.

Please.

Come on.

I was out of order.

Let's finish our drink.

Come on.

Here you go.

Here you go.

Here's your drink.

Danny, here you go.

I mean, you seem like a nice guy.

You know, a normal guy.

I'm sorry.

Really, it's all right.

So?

You in town on business?

Hmm?

You have that way about you, Danny?

Why so interested?

Because you stayed.

Who?

That was... That was good.

Yeah?

Oh, I'm here on business.

Oh, is it going well?

Very well, I hope.

My partner and I, he's upstairs.

We just had a...

very good pitch session.

No shame.

Very good.

Oh, that's fantastic.

That's great, Danny.

I needed a day like this.

Yeah, I hear you.

I had a tough couple of years.

I was with this business out of Denver for
nine years.

And out of the blue, they just...

They laid me off.

Yeah.

Just like that.

And it was, I don't know, two and a half
years ago.

I've been struggling back ever since.

And today you go back.

Well, I hope.

Today, I'm a man again.

Yeah.

And to be a man after they fuck you and
destroy your self-respect...

Well, that is a great thing.

Thank you.

Dos macarons, por favor.

You're married, Danny?

Oh, yeah.

14 years.

Let me guess.

High school sweetheart.

It's true.

Unbelievable.

That fucking American dream, man.

Yeah.

What about you?

What are you doing for 11?

I'm kids.

You got kids, Danny?

Oh, no.

I crossed the line.

No, no, no.

You did not.

No, I did.

I said it.

No, no, no.

It's fine.

It's fine.

We lost

our son three years ago.

It was a school bus accident.

Fourteen children lived that day.

I was Henry.

Oh, yeah.

Bad run there for a while.

Two Mexicans walk into a cantina.

What?

Two Mexicans walk into a cantina.

One of them's a millionaire.

The other's a midget.

The other's got a dick 15 inches long.

What are you saying?

I'm just trying to change the subject.

So the midget says to the bartender,
they call my amigo the human swizzle stick.

You know what they call me?

This is incredible.

What?

You're very rude.

Danny, I'm just trying to change the
subject.

Thank you very much for the drink.

Goodbye.

Goodnight.

Thank you.

Don't you want to hear the punchline?

It's a fucking good one.

Are you sure you don't want to switch?

No, no, get out of here.

Come on, you're the one with the kids.

You're the one with the tree in your
kitchen.

What, do you want to flip another coin?

Come on, somebody's got to stay for now.

I'm going to call you the minute I hear
something.

Yeah.

Oh, God.

What?

Cell phone.

I think I left it at the front desk.

Watch my stuff for a sec.

So you're staying an extra few days.

What?

Couldn't help it over here.

So you're spying on my personal
conversations now, huh?

Great.

Something about the asshole buyers not
being completely convinced?

Now wanting to hear other pitches?

Sorry about that.

All right.

I knew things were too good to be true
anyway.

Look, I'm sorry about the circumstances,
but I'm glad you're still in town,

because it gives me
the opportunity to tell you

how truly embarrassed
I am about last night.

See?

See, the thing is...

I liked you.

I kind of enjoyed talking to someone,
you know?

Just talking.

Really?

Yeah.

And yet...

I tell you about my dead son, and you mock
it.

I lost my wife.

I was 24 years old.

I was drunk.

I plowed our car into an oak tree.

Jesus.

And since then, I've...

soiled my way through life, been a
magnificently cold moron.

I run away from anything that remotely
resembles an emotion.

Thus, you tell me about your dead son.

And I tell you a joke about a 15-inch
schlong.

So you can forgive me, huh?

Got it!

Better I remember it now than somewhere
over Amarillo, right?

Right.

All right.

Speak to you mañana, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's gonna be all right.

I know.

Okay?

Danny.

Hey, hey, Danny, wait.

Hey.

You're supposed to be a good one.

It would mean a great deal to me if you
would join me.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

That's very nice of you.

And I... I can't.

I can't.

I have work.

On a Sunday afternoon?

You ever seen a bullfight?

No.

You haven't seen the real Mexico City
until you've seen a bullfight.

Whoa.

Come on.

Bean is not gonna believe this.

I can't wait to tell her.

Where did you ever find a woman like that?

I mean, a woman you can share everything
with.

She's pretty special.

Well, you must be, too.

I could learn from you.

Learn what?

You want my mortgage?

My blood pressure?

I've never had my blood pressure taken.

I wouldn't know how to get a mortgage for
all the teenage twat in Thailand.

You don't own a house?

No house.

No apartment.

No address.

Bullshitting me?

I shit you not.

Want a crystal?

Uh, yeah.

Thanks.

So, really, you don't have, like,
a permanent address?

Where do you live?

I live wherever I'm working.

Well, so what do you do, Julian?

What do you possibly do if you don't have
a permanent home or an address?

I'd rather not say.

Oh, my God.

Did you see that?

Jeez, it's so bloody.

Yeah, they're lucky.

That matador was very good.

It's much worse when they're mediocre.

Why?

Great matador.

He can kill the bull with one plunge of
the blade.

A lesser one, he's gonna have to plunge
that blade more than once.

That makes the crab very unhappy.

They don't like to see the bull suffer.

No.

Oh, no.

They clearly care so very much about these
animals.

They respect these beasts.

They want them to die with honor.

That's ridiculous.

There's no honor in
being killed by a man

with a sword, whether
it's one plunge or 20.

No, you're wrong.

You're very wrong.

But there is honor.

Well, how would you know?

I do.

You're a mysterious man, Julian.

Mm-hmm.

And yet you won't tell me what you do.

It's...

Confidential.

Confidential?

Your work's confidential?

What, do you work for the government?

For the government?

Pfft, please.

You know what they pay?

Forget it.

Watch the picados.

You a spy, something like that?

You read too many novels, Danny.

Huh?

You a spy?

Huh?

All right, so now you're not gonna tell
me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

All right.

Hmm.

All right.

I tell you when you keep your cool.

What do you mean?

I mean we're in a public place and I don't
want you to lose your shit.

Lose my shit?

My God, what are you gonna tell me?

Sometimes.

Sometimes what?

Sometimes.

People need to be eliminated.

Oh, come on!

What?

What?

What?

You're a hit man.

Oh, please, please.

My handler calls me a facilitator.

Facilitator of fatalities.

That's insane.

Think what you like.

I gotta hand it to you, Julian.

You're one of the best bullshit artists
I've ever met.

And I've met some.

You're absolutely right, Danny.

My name's Old Johnson.

I sell aluminum siding in Minneapolis.

So you're saying you actually kill people
for money?

I do what I'm asked to do.

What makes sense to me.

For, like, the mob?

I tend to be hired on the more kind of
anonymous, high-paying jobs.

Corporate gigs.

Corporate gigs?

I'm a great helper in getting deals
closed.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe you.

I don't believe in the Easter Bunny.

I don't believe you for a second.

Come on.

Corporate gigs.

Think what you will.

It's ridiculous.

Corporate gigs.

I knew there was a reason I never told
anyone what I did.

Uh-huh.

All right, see that guy over there?

Fat man and little girl?

Yeah.

Say I want him dead.

I want him dead, his family dead,
dead.

Right now.

Right here.

Right now?

Couldn't happen.

Well, I know, but just say that it could.

Money's no object.

Okay.

You sure you want to know?

Yeah.

Yeah?

You sure?

Yeah.

I want you to facilitate it.

Okay, Danny.

All right.

Come with me.

All right?

Let's go.

I'm a big fan of the gotta pee theory of
assassinations.

Gotta pee?

Everyone's gotta pee.

Now, ask me for a cigarette.

What?

Do it.

Can I have a cigarette, please?

Sure.

But these things will kill you,
you know.

Now, look around.

You're scary?

Yes, you know.

Why?

They seem more
interested in the beautiful

women coming and
going from the ladies' room.

That's good for us.

Just like those men over there at the
concession stand.

They're only interested in us if they see
us walking over with our wallets open.

No one is watching the men's room.

The gotta pee theory.

You're catching on.

Now, escape routes.

Escape routes?

Yeah.

Don't want to get caught, right?

No, no, no.

Don't get caught.

It sucks.

See the main exit?

Yeah.

It's a traffic jam.

Where else?

You tell me.

Okay, okay.

Uh, that door up there.

If it were locked.

A Vietnamese girl I once
knew had her legs so locked

together I couldn't get
a whiff of her spring roll.

Two drinks, half a Quaalude later,
I was at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Every lock can be broken.

It's just a matter of will.

Whether it's worth it.

This looks like it's worth it.

Come on, let's go.

Uno cigareos, por favor.

Why are we buying the cigarettes?

Because I want to smoke.

Come here.

Gracias.

Come over here.

Now do your shoelaces up.

What time's our flight to Florida,
Seymour?

I think two o'clock, Derek.

Let's go, Seymour.

Ready for what?

You wanted to see what I do, right?

Yes.

Yes, I've been watching.

But you know about what?

Show-and-tell is over.

The real deal is about to start.

The real deal?

Show-and-tell is for sissies.

Okay.

But a sissy I'm not.

Come on!

Come on!

Fire!

Either one will distract most cops.

Ready to finish what we started?

Julian, that was extremely dangerous,
okay?

I think you proved your point.

Baloney, baloney, baloney, come on.

Cops may have gone towards the fire,
but his bodyguard probably stood for it.

Bodyguard?

If I'm asked to kill a person,
they always have a bodyguard.

If they didn't, they've asked you.

So I slipped the guard's throat in one
motion, pushed him into the bathroom,

and now we're set up for the kill.

Where the hell did you get the knife?

He's clearly not paying, so it must be
number dos.

Okay, joke's over.

Point made, Julian, let's go.

Not yet, not yet.

The point's made.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Don't fucking ruin things, okay?

Okay, Julian?

I'm asking you to stop this!

No way, Joe's not done.

This is not a job!

You said money was no object.

Bingo was his name.

This is what you wanted, right?

No!

This is what you helped me with.

I didn't help you.

Oh, yes, you did.

Oh, God, no, no, no.

Oh, God, no!

Oh!

Fun, huh?

Come on.

That was incredible!

You scared the hell out of me!

You didn't like that, didn't you?

Hey!

You did?

I really thought it!

What?

I stabbed a stranger?

I don't know.

Just like that?

A complete stranger?

Well, yes!

Yes, I did.

Look, I'm not psychotic, Danny.

No, I know, I know.

You're psychopathic, maybe, but not
psychotic.

No, I don't think you're psychopathic.

Well, I kill people.

Doesn't that seem a wee bit psychopathic
to you?

Well... Yeah, but... For what?

Don't get the wrong impression.

Huh?

Just because we share a laugh doesn't mean
I'm not unsavory.

No, no, no.

What you do is unsavory.

Well, you know what they say.

You are what you do.

Gracias.

Gracias.

Gracias.

Tell me...

Will Bean stay with you if this job
doesn't come through?

What?

Will Bean stay with you if you continue
this losing streak without any end?

Oh, if she ever left me, I'd fall apart
and never get an answer to my question.

To be quite honest, I don't know how much
faith the woman has left in her.

Comforting me?

Let's change the subject, please.

I agree.

Something sunnier.

Sunnier?

Absolutely.

In fact, there's something I wanted to
talk to you about.

It's a favor, really.

Sure?

It's pretty big if that's okay.

It's a pretty big favor.

No, it's okay.

See, the thing is, I could use your help.

Help in what?

I'm down here.

I finished my other job early,
so I let it be known.

You let it be known?

Yeah, to the powers that be that I was,
uh, available.

The powers that be?

Yeah.

Anyway, they called me up.

An urgent thing.

Has to happen today.

Another job?

Mm-hmm.

Jesus Christ.

And the thing is, I could really use your
help.

Oh.

You're kidding right now.

I'm as serious as an erection problem.

I mean, I...

Gracias.

I can't help you, Julian.

You could.

Well, I could, but I can't.

I'm not gonna help you.

You're an innocent man who says he's
innocent.

This is ridiculous.

Can you just be assisting?

No.

You just have to go out the door.

No, no, no.

I'm not listening.

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you.

You're being childish.

You're being childish.

You're being childish.

You're being childish.

All I'm asking you to
do is just go... All right.

All right.

I won't tell you.

I won't mention it.

Great.

Don't say that all you have to do is trip
on the street right next to him.

I can't believe you just said that.

Just trip and fall in about half an hour so
his bodyguards turn and look the other way.

No way.

$50,000.

That's what I could pay.

No.

That's a lot of money.

And it could be really interesting.

No.

I said no.

He's a prick, Danny.

A real prick.

I don't give a darn who he is or what he
did or anything like that.

I'm not gonna help you, Julian.

I'm not gonna do that.

And if you bring it up again, I'll leave.

Fine.

Fine.

Change the subject.

Good.

You do.

Change it.

You?

Fine.

Okay.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a
cheerleader.

Really?

A cheerleader?

Yeah.

I wanted to be thrown in the air,
marching the band.

Seriously?

Mm-hmm.

It's so funny.

I've got a brother-in-law who's a male
cheerleader.

Jesus Christ, Danny.

I'm fucking kidding.

You're a cheerleader?

I don't want to talk about
cheerleaders unless I'm

talking about getting in a
soapy shower with them.

I want to talk about what I wanted to talk
about, which you don't want to talk about.

But there's nothing to talk about.

Well, then.

It was nice knowing you.

Oh, come on now, Julian.

Come on.

Are you just leaving?

Are you gonna leave?

I've got business to attend to.

No, I really thought... Nothing.

It ain't nothing.

Just consider me the best cocktail party
story you ever met.

Bye, Danny.

Julian!

So unfortunately, I was right.

I finally got in touch with Alejandra,
and she said that her bosses are now

leaning towards Cardenas and his group and
not us.

Now, things still might break in our
favor.

I mean, their first instinct was to go
with us, but they're getting pretty

intense pressure to sign with a Mexican
company.

I'm trying to get Antonio so I can set up
one more meeting with you guys tomorrow.

I'll call you when I hear something.

So, hang in there.

It's not over yet.

Danny.

Danny, it's Julian.

Come on, Danny.

I just want to say I'm sorry.

I know it's late and I'm a little fucked
up, but...

I'm sorry.

I'm a mess.

I'm a fucker.

Look,

I shouldn't have asked you to help me.

I infringed.

I infringed on your kindness, but please,
let me tell you I'm sorry.

Let me apologize.

Can't you see how guilty I feel?

Danny!

Danny!

It's not unusual to see me cry.

I want to die.

It's not unusual to go out at any time.

But when I see you out and about,
it's such a crime.

If you should ever want to be loved by
anyone.

It's not unusual.

It happens every day.

No matter what.

..

Hello, Julian.

Getting some culture?

Anytime I can.

You look tired.

I am.

I need a break.

What are you saying, Julian?

Moscow, Las Vegas, Vienna, the
Philippines, now Budapest.

I'm exhausted.

You know what it's like.

You take a break.

We go with the younger, cheaper kid.

He does all right.

And then maybe we don't want you back when
you're ready to get back in the game.

He'll always want me.

No, no.

Not always.

Not if we can save a few dollars.

Not if it gets sloppy again.

Like in Manila.

That was one time.

Made some people nervous.

It'd make me nervous.

Well, that's why I need a break.

I don't want to have something like that
happen again.

It can't.

I know.

That's what I'm saying.

But I'm feeling burnt out.

I'm feeling... shaky.

Can you believe this shit?

I mean, can you believe the words coming
out of my mouth?

Did you ever think you'd live to see the
day?

I never thought you'd live to see the day.

It's not a retirement home for assassins,
is there?

Archery at four.

Rifery at five.

Little early bird dinner at six.

Tell me, Julian, you leave
the game, even for a while,

I don't know if they're
going to let you back in.

And then what the hell are you going to
do?

Waste your days picking
up illiterate teenagers for

suck-and-fuck sessions
behind the old Navy store?

Sounds delightful to me.

Julian, do this job.

Do it because if you don't, you're going
to regret it.

And I can promise you that.

How do you know?

Just do it, Julian.

Please.

Do it.

We have a problem, Mr. Randy.

The problem is Julian Noble.

Seems he didn't deliver the portfolio.

You know, it says it took 53 years to
paint this ceiling.

Eh.

People are upset, Mr. Randy.

Mr. Stick is upset.

Mr. Stick knows?

Mr. Stick knows.

Well, he knows we can fix it.

I'm just the messenger.

But he knows we can fix it.

We always fix any problems.

And fix it with Noble.

Ladies.

All right.

I'll replace him.

No.

Yes, you'll replace him, but no.

Mr. Stick has asked for other things.

No, it's ridiculous.

Julian's been with us for 22 years.

Two of the mistakes of being Noble is a
dead man.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

That's Danny Boy.

Oh, yeah.

That's me, Danny Boy.

Danny Boy.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Marty's done.

Oh.

Tomorrow's four years.

I know.

It's such a long time, really,
when you think about it.

Seems like yesterday, right?

Henry was alive.

When I was first in high school,
I told you they made fun of me.

And they called me Bo Hibbs, and a plate
of beans, the works.

And even though I did
basketball, and chorus, and

I had a few friends, I
acted strong, I never was.

Because I believed them always,
every last cruel word.

And I always thought I would believe them.

Until I met you.

You arrived in twelfth grade.

And you told me that I was pretty.

And for the first time, I believed that.

You told me that I was sexy.

You were sexy back there in the dryer.

And when Henry died, you told me to stay
strong.

And that we would get through it.

And we did.

It's because you never gave up on me.

I never could.

I never will.

Who could that be at 11.30 at night?

Danny Wright?

Yes.

Who's there?

Danny, Danny.

Danny with the large white fanny.

Julian!

Would you mind opening up, Danny?

It's freezing out here.

My balls are like bonbons.

I was praying you'd remember me.

It's been a spell.

Please, please, come on in.

Oh, thank you.

Hey.

I decided to...

How did you find me?

I found a hole with a hand of gold once.

I can certainly find Danny Wright's part
in my address book.

Oh, excuse me.

I didn't realize.

It's okay.

You must be Bane.

My wife.

Oh, this is so...

Oh, thank you.

Right in the boots.

I've heard so much about you.

And me, you.

Oh,

now you're every bit as lovely as Danny
said.

Danny.

I always said you were the luckiest man I
ever met.

What are you doing here, Julian?

I hope it's all right, my being here.

I mean, I guess it's the middle of the
night.

Yes.

Well?

It's...

I could show you some coffee.

Just a cup.

Yes.

Right, of course.

I can get some coffee.

Oh, that'd be great.

Or maybe some whiskey.

That's even better.

Hmm.

Tonight's a night for whiskey then.

And song and dance.

Well, whiskey at least.

This is really odd.

Really, really odd.

I could ask him to wait.

We just asked him to stay.

Do you think he's dangerous?

He's an assassin, Bean.

Of course he's dangerous.

But I mean dangerous, dangerous.

You said he was a nice guy.

He is.

An assassin.

He's very nice.

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck.

What?

I'm allowed to curse.

Especially now.

If not now, when?

True.

This is the fucking perfect time to be
fucking cursing.

There's a fucking killer standing in our
fucking living room.

Do you think he would show me his gun?

A toast, maybe?

To a stranger.

Arriving in the middle of the night.

Well, you're not a stranger.

No, I'm pretty strange.

Be that as it may, you're not a stranger,
Julian.

Far from it.

A toast really should be to you,
Danny.

And to you, Bean.

For your hospitality and your warmth.

I never thought I'd see you again,
Julian.

I never thought I'd see you again,
Danny.

But, uh, things, uh, things change.

They just change.

Is that...

You saved it.

I did.

You saved it.

I can't believe it.

He still talks about that all the time.

Oh, that touches me that you kept it.

How could I not?

That was a special day.

So Danny told you what I did?

Professionally.

Did you bring your gun?

As a matter of fact.

May I see it?

Really?

Yes, please.

Honey, he's not just
gonna... There you go.

Okay.

Is that a .38?

Yes, it is.

Hmm.

You know your guns, Bean.

Yes, well, I... My God.

You are a magnificent woman.

Hmm.

Bean knows a lot of things about a lot of
things.

Bean, tell me.

Did Danny tell you everything about our
time in Mexico together?

Yes, I'm sure.

Why?

Oh.

My God.

You look great, Danny.

Really great.

You do too, Julie.

Oh, I know.

I look like a Bangkok hooker on a Sunday
morning after the Navy left town.

But you, life's been good to you,
am I right?

Pretty good, yeah.

You were?

You had that respect you wanted back
again?

I do.

So you got that job you were in Mexico
for?

We did.

And your luck?

It's better, right?

No more trees in the kitchen?

I told him about that.

And you love Bean more than ever.

That I do.

Here's a toast.

To a man with respect again.

To a woman who's more lovely than any man
deserves.

And to me.

What is the toast to you for?

Toast to a dead man, Bean.

Toast to a dead man.

You know, about two months ago I had this
job in Manila.

Now normally, this would make me happy.

I like the hot climate.

Guys look like chicks.

It's fucking fantastic.

The thing was, I was burned out.

I didn't know it.

I didn't even know what burned out meant
at the time.

But I was.

I was a classic textbook case.

I was having panic attacks.

I was completely losing control of myself.

I tried to counter this with booze,
of course, but nothing was working.

I drank and drank and drank and drank and
drank.

Nothing.

I was still feeling itchy.

Still feeling like my head was going to
explode.

So...

I moved on to my other usual diversions.

A wonderful little whorehouse I knew right
off of Mabini Street.

That wasn't working either.

And a good fuck usually does.

Excuse my French.

Go on.

So I had this assignment.

Nothing special.

Some copper wire executive.

Someone doesn't want him around.

You know, my usual type gig.

Well, I knew that this copper
wire guy always came to this

sweaty little outdoor market
every Thursday to buy fruit.

The guy liked his fruit.

It was a simple plan.

As he walks through the crowds,
I'll bump into him and stab him.

The thing was, I was still a mess.

And every time I looked at the guy, I didn't
see him, but I saw a little boy instead.

It was me.

Me as a child.

That's freaky shit, right?

Real nervous breakdown sort of stuff.

Still ready the knife.

Still prepared for the job.

But...

I just couldn't do it.

Then what happened?

I woke up in a pile of donkey shit.

I fainted.

I guess I landed in a pile of donkey shit.

And since then, it's been extremely hot
and cold.

Some jobs go okay.

Others, not so okay.

And then a few weeks ago, I fucked up
again in Budapest.

Froze.

Right at the moment I should have been
firing.

Didn't finish the job.

And that was that.

Now it's just a matter of time.

Isn't there somebody that you can talk to?

Like Mary Beth and Human Resources?

Come on.

This is insane.

They're going to kill you for botching a
job?

Well, can't you just, you know, say to
them, you know, you know what, I'm sorry.

You know what, I was a little burnt out
and I'm a little messed up.

I mean, can't you do that?

But...

I mean, you were seeing images of yourself
as a small boy.

If that's not a Freudian meltdown,
I don't know what is.

Certainly, certainly they have you see
that.

No, they don't.

They don't.

I mean, I'd be dead today
if my handler hadn't risked

his life and tipped me
off in the company plans.

I'd barely get out of Budapest alive.

And how did you end up here?

In Denver?

That's funny.

Some people run home in a time of crisis.

My problem, the problem I shared with Danny
in Mexico is that I don't have a home.

I mean, that's why I'm here.

You're the only friend I have.

Oh, but that, that's ridiculous.

You have, you have friends.

I don't.

I really don't.

You alright?

It's fucking crazy, right?

You're my only friend and I barely know
you.

This home?

Your home?

It's the only home I know.

Good.

She's really fantastic, Danny.

She's lovely.

She's everything to me.

Yeah, you said that to me in Mexico.

And I nodded and listened.

But now I see.

I see.

You alright?

You told her everything that happened in
Mexico?

I told her about our time together,
yes.

And where does that story end?

She knows the last I heard of you,
you were knocking on my hotel room in the

middle of the night asking forgiveness for
trying to involve me in a job.

I'm sorry.

That's what you say.

And I knocked and knocked and you never
answered.

Gentlemen.

I'm a bit drunk.

That's a nice place to be.

Julian, you will stay the night,
of course.

Oh, thank you, Bane.

I promise I'll be out of here tomorrow.

Oh, let's not talk about that now.

Wow.

You know, I don't
think I've been up with

guests till 2.30 in the
morning in a long time.

It's good, right?

Oh, it's very good.

Hey, can I turn on your stereo?

Sure.

Now?

Yeah, I saw this old record
of yours and I just wanted to

hear it in the wee small hours
of the morning, you know?

Since we're in the wee small hours of the
morning?

Is that okay?

Certainly.

I guess, yeah.

But...

I would really like to ask your wife to
dance.

Julian, you have had too much to drink.

Bane, please, I have this dance.

In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole world is fast asleep You

lie awake And think about the girl And
never ever think Of counting sheep When

your lone heart Has
learned its lesson You'd

be hers If only You'd
be hers You'd be hers

I learned to dance in a South American
jail by a chap named Morales.

Well, anyway, that's another story.

Another time.

A final nightcap!

I can't even think about the headache I'm
gonna have tomorrow.

Then don't.

Or do.

And take three aspirins and a Royade
before you go to bed tonight.

Why'd you hear that one?

The Assassin's Book of Home Remedies?

The only woman I ever loved.

My mother.

What about your wife?

My wife?

Danny told me you were married and that
she died in a car accident.

You loved her.

Yeah.

Oh, my God!

I can't believe this!

I was never married.

I can't believe this.

It wasn't a car accident.

No.

I'd been insensitive to Danny about your
son and I was trying to win him over.

It was juvenile stupid.

You know what, Julian?

I'm the one that was stupid.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You're not stupid.

I'm a prick.

Me.

Not you.

Well, but the thing is, I could have kept
lying to you now, but I chose not to as a

sign of respect.

Because, well, now we're friends.

Oh!

We are friends, aren't we?

So, what other bullshit did you pour over
me, Julian?

Yeah, are you even a hit man, Julian?

Yeah, hey, hey, hey, festility,
fatality.

Who the fuck do you call yourself?

Yes, I am.

And to answer your question, Danny, I lie
when I need to, tell the truth when I can.

With you, it's mostly been the truth.

Should I go?

Aren't we fucking cosmopolitan?

Having a trained assassin stay over the
night.

Letting heartbreaking lies just roll over
us like the summer breeze.

Next, we should be wife-swapping.

You don't have a wife.

That's a good point.

What?

What's it, Julian?

What do you want?

We can't talk about it here.

What?

Come on.

Okay, Julian, we're in your rent-a-car.

What is it?

The thing is, Danny, the thing I didn't
tell you, the thing that I admitted

because Bean was
present, was that I've been

offered a way out of
my fatal predicament.

Well, that's good.

I know, I know.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

That's really good.

What is it?

My handler, Mr. Randy, contacted me like
he always does, with an ad in the

International Tribune looking for cat
sitters in Bali.

That's how you stay in contact?

Cat sitter ads?

Yeah.

Okay, you know, it's just ridiculous.

I'm so tired, Julian.

Well, anyway, he contacted
me four days ago, and basically

he said he'd been to the
higher-ups and got me a reprieve.

Well, like I said, that's great news.

Thing is...

he's asked me to do one more job.

I have no choice, mind you.

It's do the job or else.

Right.

And that brings us to the dirty little
problem.

All right.

What's the problem?

Well, actually, it's a pretty big problem.

And you're really not gonna like it.

I'm not gonna like it?

Not at all.

Because the job...

involves you.

You're not saying what I think you're
saying.

What do you think I'm saying?

You know what I think you're saying.

No.

I don't think I know what you think I'm
saying.

So, do you want me dead?

No.

What's that?

No one wants you dead, Danny.

Huh?

Jesus.

Dear Jesus.

God.

God.

No.

No.

You were doing that?

Well, I need your help in facilitating the
fatality.

What?

I need your help.

No, no, no.

My help is exactly what you don't need.

I'm a mess, Daddy.

You know that.

I'm a complete mess.

I don't really know if I can do this job
by myself.

You've got to talk to somebody else.

A colleague.

I don't know any colleagues.

You must.

I don't.

Well, I can't help you.

Danny, Danny, I know you're not the ideal
candidate.

Ideal?

Far, far from ideal, Julian.

Do you not remember my reaction the last
time you proposed something this asinine?

It was just in Mexico.

I was trying to show you a good time.

Oh, so now killing somebody is a good
time?

Can be.

Oh, I'm going to sleep.

Danny.

Come on.

You don't even need a second person.

I mean, haven't you done all these things
yourself?

Some jobs are better with two men.

Well, I think it's better if
the second man isn't scared

shitless and unprepared and
unqualified and uninterested.

Now, I'm going to go to bed, Julian.

Look, I'm in a very dangerous position
here, Danny.

I'm in no shape to try this myself.

An assassin without confidence is a
horrible thing to behold.

It's like a relief pitcher who fumbles the
ball.

Please tell me you know you mixed two
sports in your metaphor.

I can't do that.

Danny, Danny, please, please, I need your
help.

Someone's going to die.

A stranger or me.

Which would you rather?

Look, if I can do the job successfully,
I'm free and clear.

Free and clear, Danny.

I have enough money
saved up to retire to a beautiful

little Greek island with
beautiful little Greeks.

Heaven awaits me, Danny, if you and I do
this job.

I can't.

Oh, damn it, Danny.

You're my only friend.

Oh, Julian.

It's true.

And...

And what?

And...

You owe me.

If this were to happen, when would it take
place?

Today.

The horse races.

Today?

Yeah, in Arizona.

No, no, no, that couldn't happen,
Julian.

Sorry.

No choice.

No, no, no, today is the four-year
anniversary of my son Henry's death.

We go to the cemetery, that's what we do.

What time is the cemetery closed,
Danny?

Well, I don't know.

We'll have you back here at 4.30,
flage in hand, I promise you.

Oh, oh, oh, you'll do that?

Okay.

Well, how will you do that, Julian?

Well, we have a 7.40 plane reservation to
Tucson this morning.

Plenty of room.

It'll be a time to catch the 2.30 back.

We do?

Mm-hmm.

I made it yesterday.

First class.

Real fancy.

Now, chop-chop, upstairs, get dressed,
make a story up to Payne.

We've got to get this road on the show,
eh?

Danny.

I'm

meant to be so bad to you One thing I said
that I would never

embrace And I broke my despair right from
my face

Roars from circumstance One thing that
would

scream together songs unsung It was the
heat of the moment Telling me what I meant

The heat of the moment showed in your eyes
I'm

sorry, I didn't mean to.

I didn't, I didn't.

I did, I leaned against that.

And I was yawning and I apologize.

I just...

Ah!

Turn it off!

I'm sorry.

The heat of the moment S***!

Julian!

Julian!

Julian!

Julian?

Hey.

What the hell is going on?

Julian!

You dragged me out to Arizona?

To the goddamn horse races?

To do this job, right?

To do this job.

This one last job.

To kill somebody that I
don't even know So that

you can live out the rest
of your life with Greeks.

Beautiful little Greeks, Danny.

And we do, I do everything perfectly.

Not you, me.

Perfectly.

Did you see me, Julian?

I was brilliant!

And you get a clean shot.

I know you had a clean shot.

And you don't take it?

What's going on?

I've lost it, Danny.

Oh, really?

Well, they're gonna kill you, Julian.

But I've lost it.

That's an unacceptable answer.

But it's the truth.

Oh, jeez.

Hey.

Hey.

Concentrate here.

Okay?

I need you to concentrate.

Just look at me, Danny.

Look at me.

I'm a wreck.

I'm a parody.

Julian.

You gotta go up there.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

Just leave me alone, Danny.

Please, just forget everything.

I...

I can't believe I'm in a stairwell trying
to convince you to assassinate somebody.

Just go.

Just go, Danny.

Just go.

Go, Danny.

No.

No, we're gonna do this.

My God.

Julian, you have to.

You have to.

Okay?

If you don't, they're gonna kill you.

You understand me?

You understand?

And I won't let that happen.

Huh?

I refuse to let that happen.

How about that?

Julian.

We're gonna go up there together.

I'm gonna talk you through it.

Okay?

I'm gonna talk you right through it.

And you are gonna do the job that you came
here to do.

Okay?

Okay?

All right?

Huh?

Yeah.

Huh?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

All right.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Up.

And here you go, okay?

And you're gonna stay up there with me?

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Okay.

And you're gonna talk me through it?

That's right.

Thank you.

All right, then.

Let's go kill this motherfucker already
and get the hell out of here.

Okay.

Thank you.

No, really, I mean it.

I was a mess back then.

You helped me.

You helped me a lot.

You know, I think I can handle the deviant
Julian.

I can handle the lying Julian.

I can even handle the killing Julian.

I just don't know if I can handle the
humble pie Julian.

It won't last.

That's a given.

Really, it's...

no problem.

You said it yourself.

I owed you.

Do you think if you hadn't opened the door
late that night in Mexico City,

the two of us would be sitting on this
plane now?

Probably not.

Come on, Danny, I just want to say I'm
sorry.

I know it's late and I'm a little fucked
up, but...

I'm sorry.

Can't you see how guilty I feel?

Danny!

Danny!

Hold on, Julian.

I'm coming.

I don't know what I'll do if I don't get
this job.

And you're sure if I kill off this
Cardenas guy, you'll get the contract?

He's our only competition.

And you can live with that?

Yeah.

You can live with that blood on your
hands?

Hmm?

Is that what people do?

Don't people...

successful people...

always live with blood on their hands?

You became my friend that night,
Julian.

You became my lifelong friend.

I'm not gonna do it for you.

You're making a late night...

exhausted, desperate decision.

And if I did it...

you would regret it instantly.

And feel nothing but guilt and shame for
the rest of your life, believe me.

I'm so scared, Julian.

Guys like you...

you think you have no luck.

But you have all the luck in the world.

You just need to see it.

She's at home waiting for you.

If I did that job for you...

your luck would run bad for the rest of
your days.

You don't really do it anyway.

I know you don't.

You're not that type of person.

That's why I like you.

You're the exact opposite of me.

You surprised me that night.

I surprised myself.

Well...

I guess your loss must be satisfied,
right?

Completed the assignment?

No longer on the hit list?

Well, I'm no longer on the hit list...

but I didn't do any assignments.

I don't understand.

I thought your boss wanted you to do this
job.

My boss...

Mr. Stink.

He was the job.

You mean we just killed... We
killed the man who wanted to kill me.

Problem solved.

Yes.

Son of a bitch.

Among many other things.

Don't ever hit me again.

Sorry.

When there's nowhere else to run Is there
room for one more song?

One more song If

you can't hold on I

wanna stand up I wanna lay down

I wanna shine on In the hearts of men I
wanna meet them from the back of my brain

Another heartbreak I'm so much older than
I can take And my affection Well,

it comes and goes I need direction to
perfection No, no, no, no Help me out Yeah

You know you gotta help me out Yeah Don't
you put me on the line You're not a back

burner You know you gotta help me out Yeah
Yes!